Archive-name: SpecMome/georgia.txt
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Archive-title: Georgia


     I first met Georgia about a year ago, when	I was moving in	my new
condo in West Palm Beach.  She was tan,	trim, big busted for a petite
lady and the divorced mother of	two children.  She was very out	going,
with a steady stream of	questions, local information, and the latest
gossip going around the	complex.

     Over the next few months, I became	a regular visitor, dropping by
Georgia's apartment after work and on Saturday mornings.  She never
seemed to mind,	and occasionally she would drop	by my place if she
hadn't seen me for a day or two.  I never thought much about her,
sexually that is, as she never mentioned a boyfriend and appeared to
never date or even go out with the "girls".  She was fun to be with,
but I just figured that	she would rather give her time to her children
than be	hanging	out in some bar	or whatever.  She never	mentioned sex,
except to joke about never wanting it anymore, or being	"no mans land"
was better than	putting	up with	a "man"	hanging	around wanting it all
the time.  I would laugh and call her "Ms. Chastity" and then let it
drop.  My impressions of Georgia were to change, radically.

     One Sunday	morning	I was unloading	my car from a business trip,
when Georgia appeared on the steps in a	long tee shirt and apparently
nothing	else.  She seemed normal enough, laughing and talking as usual,
and following me between the car and the apartment.  When I was
finished she ask if I would like some breakfast	and I said sure.  I
followed her back to her apartment, expecting to be greeted by her
kids, and figuring I'd have a good but noisy breakfast.	 As I walked in
behind her, there were no kids,	no noise.  She noticed my looking
around and said	that the kids were over	at one of their	friends	house
and that she had the day to herself.

     As	I stood	in the kitchen doorway,	Georgia	proceeded to start
gathering the makings for breakfast.  As she bent over getting the eggs
from the refrigerator, I couldn't help but notice her bare cheeks
peeking	out from under her tee shirt.  Now my mind started to question
the Ms.	Chastity name, as I looked at her smooth rounded butt, a tan
line evenly marking the	boundary of what was to	be seen	and what was to
remain hidden.	As I stared at her bare	bottom I started getting an
erection.  Still bent over, she	turned and asked if I wanted jelly or
butter on the toast.  That was my first	glimpse	of her large breast, as
she waited for my answer.  My mind was racing beyond comprehension and
the bulge in my	pants was noticeably showing.  She answered herself
with a single word. "Jelly".

     I stood there with	a dumb smile on	my face	and my mind frantically
searching for a	way to see more.  I didn't have	long to	search,	as she
turned her back	towards	me and bend over to retrieve the toaster from
under the counter.  Her	whole ass was now bare,	staring	right in my
face.  I was spell bound as my eyes swept down her luscious cheeks only
to be met by a glistening, smooth shaved pussy.	 My erection strained
against	my pants, my heart rate	soared and my mouth when dry.  I heard
myself stuttering out the word "jelly",	as she raised up and sat the
toaster	down.  Noticing	the now	apparent growth	in my pants, and the
startled look on my face, she asked me if I liked jelly	on other things
besides	toast.	Trying desperately to regain my	composure, I nodded
yes, as	she picked up the jar of jelly and started for the kitchen
door.  As she walked by	me, she	let her	hand brush against the front of
my pants, squarely rubbing across my erect dick	hiding underneath.  She
said with a wink "Lets see if you really do" as	she walked into	the
dining room.  Slowly I followed, trying	now to figure out what was
really going on	here, or if it all was only a dream and	I would	wake up
still on the airplane.

     As	I entered the dining room, all doubts disappeared and reality
hit home.  Georgia was totally naked, laying on	the table, legs	up and
spread.	 Her large breasts rose	like mountain peeks, tall and firm,
lavishly decorated with	dark, large nipples.  Her belly, creamy	white
flowed downward	with seductive curves luring my	eyes even further down.
Down to	a smoothly shaved, beautifully full pussy, glistening from
anticipation and expectation.  I stood in silent amazement and wonder,
full of	a sudden admiration for	the stunning body before me.  She broke
the silence with a giggle as she spooned jelly all over	her pussy and
then cleaned the spoon on her nipples.

     "Breakfast	is served" she announced.  She didn't have to call me
twice.	Without	hesitation I dove in.  With long strokes of my tongue I
started	to make	my way through the jelly.  She gasped when my tongue
found its mark,	parting	her smooth lips	and making it way deep within
her pussy.  Slowly I worked my way up to her clitoris, first gently
flicking it with the tip of my tongue, then increasing the pressure
until she was moaning and gasping at a growing volume.	Quickly	I would
dart my	tongue deep inside her then quickly return to her clitoris
until she exploded into	a long,	loud and violent orgasm.  I continued
to lick	her, covering every surface of her quivering pussy that	my
tongue could reach and at the same time, trying	to strip my clothes
off.  She was gaining quickly on another orgasm	by the time I could get
my pants off and she had starting to suck and lick her own nipples.
With one final plunge, I drove my tongue deep into her wet pussy.  She
erupted	into an	even bigger orgasm, shaking and	quivering, pounding her
ass against the	table violently.  As she settled down, I aimed my rock
hard dick at her soaking wet pussy and drove it	home with one long,
quick plunge.  She sat almost upright, rolling her hips	up and down
matching my thrusting dick.  Locking her legs around my	hips, she
pumped ferociously, gasping and	moaning	louder and louder.  I leaned
forward, capturing a nipple in my mouth	and started to suck on it.  She
pumped harder and faster, until	I started to climax, blasting my cum
deep inside her.  She exploded in an intense, frenzied orgasm that
seemed to last for an hour.  And with one final	gasped and faint cry
she collapsed back on the table, pulling me down on top	of her.	 We lay
there for a long, silent time, caressing each others body, savoring the
moment.

     Funny thing though, I still laughingly call her Ms. Chastity, but
about three Sundays a month, I stop in for breakfast with Georgia.

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